Page 83 of The Library

I don’t hesitate any longer. I lean forward and take him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around his thick cock as I suck him in deep. The taste of him floods my senses, salty and raw, and I moan around him, the vibrations of my voice making him groan in response. My body feels alive, on fire, and I want more. I want everything he’s offering, even if it means losing myself in the process.

His hand tangles in my wet hair, gripping it tightly as I bob my head, taking him deeper with each movement. I can feel himthrobbing against my tongue, his size making it hard to breathe, but I don’t care. I want to choke on him, to give him every part of me until he can’t take anymore.

“Fuckkkk, Lilith,” Sebastian growls, his voice thick with pleasure. He pulls my head back, forcing me to look up at him, my mouth still full of his cock. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? Gagging on my cock like the little whore you are.”

His words send a jolt of heat through me, and I moan again, my throat tightening around him as I take him deeper. He groans, his hips thrusting forward as he pushes me to my limit, his grip on my hair tightening.

I choke, but I don’t stop. The way he’s looking at me, the way he’s fucking my mouth, it only drives me further into the darkness, and I welcome it. I can feel his pleasure building, the way his body tenses as I work him harder, faster. The sound of his groans, the way he’s completely losing control, drives me wild. I want to make him come, to taste him, to give him everything he’s been missing while he’s been away.

He pulls back just enough to let me breathe, his cock slick with my saliva dripping down my chin and onto my breasts as he watches me struggle to catch my breath. But before I can even recover, he’s pushing back into my mouth, fucking my throat with rough, deep strokes that leave me gasping for air.

My hands clutch his thighs as I take everything he gives me, my body trembling with desire as the water pours over us. I’m completely lost in him, in the way he owns me, the way he controls every inch of my body.

“You like this, baby?” he groans, his voice thick with pleasure as he watches me gag on his cock. “You like how I fuck your mouth, don’t you?”

I moan around him, nodding as best I can, my eyes watering from the intensity. Tears finally fall over my lashes and run down my cheeks, streaking my mascara with them. He growls inresponse, his thrusts becoming harder, more erratic as he edges closer to release.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you cry for me, baby…” he groans, his hips jerking as he finally pulls back, his chest heaving as he looks down at me. His cock is still rock hard, dripping with my saliva, and he reaches down, grabbing my chin and lifting my face to meet his gaze. “You’re fucking perfect, Lilith.”

I can’t speak. I can only look up at him, breathless, wrecked, and completely consumed by him. He pulls me to my feet, his hands rough as he spins me around to press me against the shower wall. His voice is dark, thick with desire as he growls in my ear. “But we’re not done yet. Not even close.”

My body shudders, and I realize that this—this is what I’ve been craving. This is what I’ve needed all along. He’s dragging me deeper into his darkness, and I’m more than willing to follow.

Sebastian’s hands slide down my wet skin, his grip firm and unyielding as he presses my front against the cool tile of the shower wall. The contrast of the cold tile against my overheated body sends a shiver through me, and my breath catches in my throat. His chest presses against my back, the heat of him, the weight of him, overwhelming me.

“You asked for this,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. His lips brush against my ear, and I can feel his cock hard and ready against the curve of my ass. “You begged for me to fuck you in every hole. You missed me that much, huh?”

I whimper, pressing my forehead against the tile, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “Yes,” I whisper. “I needed you. I missed you.”

“Missed me so much you wanted to be filled completely, isn’t that right, Lilith?” His voice drips with dark amusement as he leans down, his teeth grazing my neck. “Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I breathe, my voice barely audible over the pounding of the water. My legs tremble beneath me, but his hands slide down to grip my hips, keeping me upright, holding me exactly where he wants me.

“I love you.” he murmurs against my skin, “remember that because the way I’m about to treat you won’t seem like love,” and the words send a bolt of heat straight to my pussy. “I’m going to ruin you, but I think that’s exactly what you want.”

Without another word, he slides his hand between my legs, and I gasp as his fingers brush against my clit. The sensation is electric, sending a rush of pleasure through me, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need him inside me, filling me like I’ve been craving ever since he left.

“You’re soaked,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear as his fingers work my clit in slow, deliberate circles. “So fucking wet for me. Is this what you’ve been thinking about? Me fucking you in the shower, your cunt dripping for me?”

I nod, my body trembling under his touch. “Please, Sebastian.”

His fingers slide inside me, and I moan, pressing back against him, needing more, needing everything. He works me slowly at first, teasing, drawing out the pleasure until I’m trembling on the edge, desperate for release. But he’s not ready to give me that. Not yet.

“You think I don’t know what you want?” His voice is dark and commanding as his fingers thrust into me harder, deeper. “You think I don’t know how bad you want to be fucked like my whore?”

“Yes,” I whimper, my voice shaking with need. “Please.”

He pulls his fingers from me, and before I can even register the loss, he grabs me by the hips and lines himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He leans down,his mouth brushing against my ear again. “You’re mine, Lilith. And I’m going to fuck you like I own you. Because I do.”

With one hard thrust, he buries himself inside me, and I scream, the sound echoing off the walls of the shower as my pussy stretches to accommodate him. The intensity is overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that leaves me gasping for air, my nails scraping against the tile as I struggle to hold myself up.

Sebastian doesn’t wait, doesn’t give me time to adjust. He pulls back and slams into me again, harder this time, and I cry, the sound raw and desperate. My body melts into the rhythm, each brutal thrust pushing me closer to the edge. He fills me so completely, so perfectly, and all I can do is hold on as the pleasure builds inside me, threatening to drown me. Tears pour down my cheeks as he fucks me so violently.

“Just like I said,” he whispers into my ear, before slamming himself back into me. “So fucking beautiful when you cry for me, baby.”

His hands grip my hips so tightly I know there will be bruises tomorrow, but I don’t care. All I can focus on is the way he feels inside me, the way my body responds to his every move. I’ve never needed anything more than I need this—than I need him.

“Look at you,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “Taking me so fucking deep. Is this what you missed? Being fucked like this?”

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